UP Kong Mahal

I’ve lost count of the number of text messages I got that night, all on the same subject. “Asan ka? Pupunta ka bang UP?” From Journ friends to DebSoc friends to law friends — it seemed everyone was in the Diliman campus that Tuesday night, eagerly awaiting the kick-off ceremonies of the UP Centennial celebration. And where was I? Grumpy, bored and stringy-haired inside a bus from Bondoc Peninsula.

Oh well, huwatever. There will still be other celebrations this year. And I did order that UP Centennial planner, which will of course arrive in February. And which of course will cost me P500.00. Sigh. Ang mahal di ba? See, if I sat on the Centennial Board, sasaggest ko talaga na yung mode of acquisition pareho nung sa Starbucks except that to get the UP planner, you’d need to get a sticker from pre-selected “iconic” places in UP. Like one sticker for a tapsilog meal in Rodics. One sticker for an Aristocart dinner. One sticker for a glass of refillable iced tea at Chocolate Kiss.

Hay naku, I swear, no one asks for my opinion in these parts. *insert deep dramatic sigh*

(And THAT’s why the theme of the UP Carillion is “The bells…. the bells… someday will be music to our ears…..” Sheht, mehn. profound. Nakakaiyak. One hundred years of producing the country’s best literary talent and we are stuck up “the bells… the bells… someday will be music to our ears….”)

But let’s not be nega. I heart UP. Super duper. Eight years of education. Six thousand a sem. Two degrees. Two boyfriends. Five unos. NO singkos.

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Jaefever at 30

At thirty, I like that it still takes so very little to make me happy. I like taking long morning walks on a tree-lined street all by myself and watching old couples teach each other tai-chi. I like getting my fingers sticky with drippy drops of ice cream, and then licking them off afterwards. I like bursting into song in public places and will always be secretly in love with Bon Jovi. When I’m sad, I eat spam and watch Sound of Music and then I’m ok again. I like backrubs and Happy Meals and deep kisses and children’s books and white chocolate and salmon sashimi, not in any particular order and certainly not all at the same time (except maybe white chocolate and deep kisses ). I can laugh at myself and do so a lot — I like to think that means I stand on solid ground. I love long rickety bus trips and getting compliments for my cooking. I’m a lawyer who is irreverent towards the law, an activist who likes lacey underwear. I think life is too short to be wasted on perfunctory embraces and cowardice disguised as prudence. I like living and laughing and dreaming and dancing and hoping and forgetting and remembering.
BIG UPDATE:
I’m currently in Holland, doing my Masters. I came here in September of 2010, and will be home in December of 2011. I cook my own food now (but still can’t perfect scrambled eggs.)